While talking to Elena, Maeve had already reached her booth.
Since the camera crew hadn't made it over yet, her area was practically deserted.
All the attendees were drawn to Mateo Fulton's mechanical arm.
Maeve's robot was stationed at booth number six.
The biggest difference between hers and the robots on the market was its ultra-realistic design.
It looked exactly like a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl.
With shoulder-length hair, a well-proportioned figure, and skin that was indistinguishable from a real human's.
Such technology wasn't entirely unique globally.
Many designers liked to add a layer of skin to their creations.
Using soft silicone, they could mimic the tactile feel of human flesh.
Sensors could even give the skin a human-like temperature.
This robot was inspired by Maeve's encounter with the Heavenly Tribulation a few years ago.
After spending six months building it, she had just tossed it into a warehouse.
If Mr. Sterling hadn't constantly nagged her to make him proud at the Intelligent Competition, she would have almost forgotten about it.
Just as Elena had said, the robot showed no response when powered on.
Elena opened the live stream on her phone, pacing anxiously around Maeve.
"This is bad. The host is already interviewing Anya."
"I don't mean to be paranoid, but why does Anya's robot seem so conceptually similar to yours?"
Many of the university students' projects this time involved robots.
Elena knew of at least four or five.
Maeve didn't say anything, but Anya's words before entering the hall echoed in her mind.
She had said she was absolutely going to win this year's championship.
She sure was confident.
Besides the online platforms and Channel X, the giant screens at the venue also cut to Anya.
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